Romance Novel Younger Woman Older Man 소설 & 이야기

“Fifty-five?” “Forty-one.” My jaw falls open. “You fit perfectly.” He gives me a puzzled look. “With what?” “You see, I’ve read a couple of books where a young, budding woman falls in love with the grumpy man old enough to be her father. You have tattoos, a couple of graying hairs, cool tattoos, a little bit of work on your wardrobe and we could still find you a wife!”

asked the man beside her, holding the woman's waist. “I saw a young man. His face is familiar to me. But I can't remember clearly who and when I met him,” explained the woman, still keeping an eye on the young man. "Don't try to compare my old self with this man who looks very young, sweet," said the man sulkily then buried his lips into the woman's neck. “Zephyr, stop or I won't give you any more energy!” threatened the beautiful woman with an annoyed face. But as if not listening, the man called Zephyr kept kissing the woman's neck.

I let out a grunt while standing up, brushing the dirt off my jeans. Let’s go see the face of the first love. We walked into the mansion, and there were already so many people inside. My head moved around, wondering why Lorenzo had to make such a big announcement about who he was dating, but nevertheless I wanted to see this old woman’s face quickly. Some footsteps echoed from the staircase and I raised my head slowly, my heartbeat speeding up, seeing Lorenzo walking arm in arm with a beautiful lady. Wait… where’s the old woman? My eyebrows furrowed tightly. I thought she would be older, maybe have wrinkles or something. But why does she look so young?

The woman: Who are you calling an old sugar mommy? I dare you to say it again! Me: Actually, I don’t think your taste is that bad, Isaac. I’m sure you’re dating this old woman for your own benefit. Am I right? Is it because she’s good in bed, or because she has money? This time, I really couldn’t hold myself back anymore. What was there to brag about when dating an older woman? After hearing my insults, the woman became even angrier. She rushed toward me, trying to hit me, but Isaac immediately stopped her.

If you called her a cougar or whatever hot-to-trot name the kids had come up with these days, Marie was liable to curse you out. She was anything but anybody’s cradle robber. Marie was simply Marie, an older woman who happened to be married to a younger man, and who happened to still have the goods to keep his eyes right square on her. Marie wasn’t like other women her age. Not like the ones who had settled into the grandmotherly role, and not like the ones who acted too much like their own children.

The old man laughed, the act causing a series of whooping coughs to escape his mouth. “You had one job, get a wife, and get her pregnant.” “That’s all you had to do.” Must you be slow when it comes to women? I thought you could handle this on your own. “I have it under control gra……” “You have nothing under control, your wife, a young woman was able to connive her way out of your high-security mansion?” Now that is sexy. “If I didn’t like her before, I like her even more now, she had my grandson running after her, something I never thought I’d get to see you experience, she’s like Snow White who ran from her lover and he had to find her, a romantic story, that one.”

"Thank you so much, young lady. You're very kind! Would you like me to give you a love reading in exchange for this offering?" Offering? I narrow my eyes at her because I find her choice of word creepy, but I'm only given a pleasant smile. She doesn't radiate any ominous aura even though she looks like a witch: grey hair and crazy eyes. Despite that, I'm curious. "That would be interesting, actually." Not sparing a second, she grabs my hand and stares down into my palm while humming to herself. "Oh, dear..." the elderly woman wet her thin, dry lips. She appears troubled and looks up at me entirely wide-eyed. "This is a surprise... You've met the love of your life already, and you rejected hi

I got to one of the local villages and walk into their eatery, I was so tired and exhausted after being on the bus for so long, I took a seat and ordered for food and drink, I was waiting for my order to arrive while I was relaxing, and then on the small TV hanging on the wall, The news came on, it was a picture of Shitali and the subheading was that she is wanted by the police and whoever that can find her would be rewarded with ten thousand dollars, I know my older man is behind that. Tears brim my eyes knowing he's fighting for granny and I, gosh! I miss him so much, I can't wait for all of this to be over so I can go back to him and tell him how much I love and miss him, I don't care but

The man was a few hundred years old and he just said that he had only been with one woman. I blinked at him. “One.” Slipping his hand to the back of my neck, he captured my lips in a slow kiss that weakened my knees even more. His kiss was different than Keiran's. A lot different, but in a good way. The gasp that fell from my lips was swallowed by him when he gripped the back of my thighs and picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist which was an action I instantly regretted. My pussy was pressed to his lower stomach.

"Before I proceed, I would like you to accept our heartfelt condolences for your loss." The young man nodded silently. Clara proceeded to explain why they were there and what they needed the old man to do. "How old is the lady you are referring to?" the young man inquired after Clara was done speaking. "She should be around 21 years old," Clara replied, her tone uncertain. “Huh?” The young man let out a gasp." You mean you wanted someone who I am older than to be my stepmother? Even if my father was still alive, I doubt I would have allowed him to marry her. Come on, what are you both talking about?”